This is a rare find. And she’s a good fuck, you say?’ ‘Not bad,’ Mr. Damn answered. ‘A little inexperienced, but also tight and underused. T...rn around and let Mr. Stanford see more of you, Chloe.’ I turned obediently, watching as Mr. Stanford put his drink and cigar on the table and came near to examine me more carefully. ‘What did you say her name was,’ Mr. Stanford asked. ‘Chloe.’ ‘Bend over for me, Chloe, and spread you legs open a bit.’ I did as I was told. Putting his hand between my. . they would pull caps for him!...” and the like fooleries; which, however, was throwing oil on a fire I was sorely put to it to smother the blaze of.The fluctuations of my mind, the whole day, produced one good effect: which was, that, through mere fatigue, I slept tolerably well till five in the morning, when I got up, and having dressed myself, waited, under the double tortures of fear and impatience, for the appointed hour. It came at last, the dear, critical, dangerous hour came; and now,. I went upstairs and found myself instantly relaxed seeing a Jordan in only his boxers waiting for me in my bed. I walked over and shyly said, "I'm kinda clueless on how to even get this thing started." Jordan laughed, and tossed me playfully on my back. As he hovered over my body he said, "I think we start by relaxing your mind, and make you want this just as much as me and Kyle." He kissed my lips, and let his hands wander down my side. He slowly started to remove my black silk gown, exposing. "PJ, relax and bring your legs down. Bring them together and squeeze and feel between your legs. Swivel your hips from side to side, concentrate on feeling of me as the pressure grinds on your clit."She brought her legs down slowly enjoying the feeling of my fingers sticking between the gap at the tops of her firm tight thighs. "Ummm," rolled sweetly from her lips as she swiveled her hips, riding my fingers to her movements horizontally between her legs. Rolling her hips from side to side, she.